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Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place.  Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment.  At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors.

Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz.

Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex.  I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me.  In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me.

With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else.  So I thought.  Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened.   One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not?  The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad.

“Hey Max”

“Hi, everything’s alright?”

“Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling.  He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was.  I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be.

“Wait! What?  Aren’t they supposed to be close?”

“Yeah, they are…”

“But how…”

“The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked…  so…”

“Lot of guys?”

“Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?”

“Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…”

“A shame.  You would get a lot of action. You horny now?”

“Kind of…”

“Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.”

It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss.  If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place.  The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me.

Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes.  The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man.

“Gawd…!  I needed that. Thanks!”  As I pulled back my shorts.

“It was delicious as always.  Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I…  Max…  I need your help with something…" 

What do you want me to do?  The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked?  I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick.  And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate.

"Would you help me?”

So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”.

I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo?  I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief.

“It’s simple.  I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

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“Look who's here! If it’s not mister-goody-two-shoes in person!”

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.  I would recognize his voice anytime. Mikey Meltzer. A sophisticated annoying queen. I knew him from college and he was infamous for outing guys and spreading gossip on them.  I slightly turn and nod to him.  Of course, he was naked and nothing to be ashamed of.  For few seconds I hoped that he was dressing and on his way out, unfortunately he had just arrived few minutes before me and Mr. Magoo at the bathhouse. He was with another guy, a skinny dirty-blond hair with a cock on the smaller-side.   My first time in a bathhouse and I was poised to meet someone I knew in the locker area!  I decided to ignore him, undressed and quickly wrapped my towel to find back Mr. Magoo who had a private room.  As I was trying to find my way to his room.  I reminded the conversation with Mr. Magoo earlier this morning:

“At the bathhouse!?”

“Yes with me”

“I… yes… no… I mean I never go to these places.  It's dangerous... ”

“And this exactly why you are the perfect guy to help me” he interrupted me.

“I don’t see why…”

“Let me explain…”

The room door was slightly ajar. I though nothing of it as Mr. Magoo knew I was coming back for him.  Magoo was on the narrow bed, on all four, getting pounded by a “bear” with a fat-belly.  I am not naïve and knew sex encounters occurred in bathhouses, but it hasn’t been more than 10 minutes since our arrival and, there, the old man was getting fucked.  Magoo was moaning like a cheap whore in a porn movie as the bear pounded him good, hard and fast. I froze in place.  Excited and terrified.

“It feels so good, Max.  You should tried” said Magoo who was now pushing his ass to meet the man’s thrusts.

“Outside… I will wait outside…” I replied weakly, still unable to move.

“Nonsense” the bear said, extending his arm and pulling me closer to them.  I was able to smell intoxicating male sex and sweat. from him.  His fur body was covered is warm sweat and my skin was immediately glue to his belly side.

“Look at this old cumdump taking my unmedicated poz load deep in his hole!"

“You don’t wear condom?”

“What for? We are both poz”

“I don’t know, STD maybe?” I said unconvincing.

“Mmmfph… condoms are for the faint of the heart.  Never wear one.”

I did not know what to say else so I just shut my mouth,  looking at the scene. May be because I didn’t had sex for a long-time, but honestly, it look terrific. The bear man was close to three time the size of Mr. Magoo.

“I’m close.  I will recharge you soon, grandpa”

“Go on”, urged Magoo, ”flood my guts with your babies again”

Again? I look at Magoo who was now on his back. When have they switched position? Unlike porn, where the bottom has his legs over the fucker’s shoulders, I realized it was not possible for the duo before me.  His legs were resting against the bear’s belly. His feet barely at mouth level and the bear was licking and sucking the toes.      

“Take it you whore”

“Yes, give it to me”

The verbal exchange went on for a good 10-15 minutes.  The fat belly was shaking like a mountain of jell-o as he rammed his cock in and out with brute force.  With one last thrust, he held his cock deep in Magoo, grunting.

“Fuck!... You are getting it old man.  UUURRGHHH!... Take that load. Take that toxic load!” he said before collapsing on Magoo, almost folding him in half.

“Phew!  That was good. It’s always nice to start my whoring day with a load from you,  Bill” said a pleased Magoo.

Although, I would never let someone fucked me bareback. I was engrossed by the live act in front of me and my cock was at attention and throbbing (unconsciously I was groping myself through the towel).

“See you tomorrow, old geezer”, said Bill, exiting after slapping my ass.

Now, Magoo was fingering his dripping hole, getting all the cum he can before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Hmmm. So good.  You want to taste some? ” he asked, pointing his cum-coated index to me.

“No, I’ll pass” I reply embarrassed and horrified by the offer.

“Your loss.  Anyway, this fuck was a distraction and I need to get you prepared”

“I don’t think I can do it.  I’m really sorry.” I stammered in a low-voice.

“Don’t let me down now, Max.  I though you were a man of his word”

There we go, guilt.  Exactly what I needed in a place I didn't want to be in the first place, but I agreed to help him.   I looked at Magoo and realized I never saw him naked before, except for his cock.  His body was largely covered with tattoos, most of them nicely designed. Biohazard ones. One on his back between his shoulders, and the other one, on his stomach, above the hips. Both nipples pierced with thick gold rings. Some light-grey body hair. He had a toned-body, not at all flabby.  He was hot.

“Earth to Max!”

I realized that Magoo was talking to me and saw me staring at him.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to stare at you.  It’s just… well I never saw you naked before…. And well, you’re hot”.  I probably went through fifty shades of red as I said that.  I felt my face flushed, but even in the dark room, it didn’t escape Magoo’s eyes.  With all the blood that went to my head, I was surprised that my cock was still hard and spewing copious precum in the towel.

“Let me give you the grand tour before you poke me in the eye with your cock ”

 

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Part 1

Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place.  Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment.  At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors.

Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz.

Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex.  I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me.  In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me.

With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else.  So I thought.  Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened.   One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not?  The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad.

“Hey Max”

“Hi, everything’s alright?”

“Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling.  He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was.  I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be.

“Wait! What?  Aren’t they supposed to be close?”

“Yeah, they are…”

“But how…”

“The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked…  so…”

“Lot of guys?”

“Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?”

“Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…”

“A shame.  You would get a lot of action. You horny now?”

“Kind of…”

“Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.”

It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss.  If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place.  The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me.

Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes.  The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man.

“Gawd…!  I needed that. Thanks!”  As I pulled back my shorts.

“It was delicious as always.  Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I…  Max…  I need your help with something…" 

What do you want me to do?  The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked?  I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick.  And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate.

"Would you help me?”

So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”.

I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo?  I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief.

“It’s simple.  I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

Well he doesn't sound like the cartoon "Mr Magoo" hahahahaha. Think Max is going to get a nice surprise.

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“I think I’ll go to the pool then warm up in the dry sauna” I said. 

It took us over an hour and half to do the bathhouse tour, and the place wasn’t huge.  Magoo knew a lot of the guys there, greeting each of them and introducing me as his grandson Max…  “Call me grandpa” he told me as we started the tour. So, 15 to 20 guys later and four blowjobs he gave, we were back to the room.  Luckily, we haven’t seen Mickey and his friend.

“You sure?  I am going back to the theater for a second service” he stated. He had a semi and was nonchalantly playing with his foreskin, pulling it back over the large cockhead covered in poz precum. He was already on his way when I heard: “Have fun!”.

I was tempted to stay in the room. It was only 5 pm, and another 12 hours before we would go back home. I was not able to see myself stuck in the room for so long, so the better got to me and decided to follow my plan and head to the pool. As I closed the door, I noticed a plastic bag next to Magoo’s shoes. I’m not indiscreet by nature, but I was intrigued. A couple of half-full sticky bottles. Lube. A small-to-medium pink butt plug. The plastic object had lost his shine and hasn’t been cleaned properly. It didn’t look new. A dozen of unlabeled brown bottles with yellow or orange-colored caps. Two black ones with a red-dot sticker on it. Poppers, I thought. Most of them look full, no seal. Still in the room, I made sure the door was locked, there was no risk for me to be curious and try one.  Whooaa! As I pulled back the yellow bottle.  The chemical smell when right through my nose to my brain. I probably sniffed to hard.  Lets try again. I took another hit, and it was better.  I felt strange, not exactly euphoric, more like in a carnal-envy state, like when I am at home after edging for hours.  It made me hornier.  I closed the bottle and took the orange one. Fuck!!! The smell was stronger, and I immediately got dizzy. I was grinding my ass back and forth on the small thin mattress.  Suddenly, the butt plug was appealing. Hmmmm… I wondered how it would feel.  It was definitely larger than any of the few guy who fucked me and my fingers, but with lube and patience I should be able to take it.

I am sure that “grandpa” would be smiling at me right now as I my ass ring started to give way at the lubed plug. More lube, I needed more lube. I poured a generous amount of the sticky gooey lube – thicker than mine when I jerked off – in my ass and start working the plug in my butt.  My asslips were immediately on fire! I almost regretted to have pushed my fingers deep in my ass.  My hole was working overtime and swallowed the plug. Finally, I got it in!  I look at my watch, 6h15! It took me over an hour to push the toy in my ass! I was sweating like a pig, clearly exhausted.  I fumbled in the plastic bag for poppers with my left hand while I was masturbating with the other one, applying pressure on the butt plug by rocking on the bed.  Holy fuck!!!  the poppers sent me to another level, I took another hit, maybe two.  Honestly, I lost count. I put back the black cap on, heavily breathing before passing out.

I was still in the room, naked, Magoo was slowly nursing my cock in his mouth and scarcely moving the plug against my prostate. Every 5-6 strokes, my cock would spit blobs of precum on warm tongue swirling lasciviously around my head.

“Oh Oh boy.  Your awake now” letting my cock go and standing up.

“I guess I fell asleep”

“You had fun at the pool?”

“The pool?...  The pool!... I… I… never got there! I said sheepishly

“Well that doesn’t matter, we still have time and I can see you had some fun.”

“Oh, the plug!  I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t worry.  Actually, it was for you.  A friend of mine gave it to me”

“A friend of yours gave you a plug for me?”

“Well, not exactly. He died last month from HIV complication. So I kept it. I don’t have the need for such toy, and I thought you might like to have one. I was going to give it to you, or rather put it in you sometime tonight…”

“He died from complication?”

“I am not sure what, but for sure he had advanced stage case of syphilis and raging gono that made his dick angry red and delicious to suck on... oh he had a lots of warts. He used to keep a count of them."

"Huhn?"

 "His last count he told me was 179.”

“Fuck!  Did you wash it since?”

“Nah, didn’t have the time and what for?  I am not the one using it, is it?

I was speechless.

“Now lets go, I need to show you our target. Keep the plug in”

Magoo was dragging me frankly in the corridor toward the sling section.  Mickey was long-dicking his friend cuffed in the sling and blindfolded, bareback of course.  A nipple-play was performed by a daddy, mid-forty, in a leather harness. Four other men, closer to grandpa’s age, were aside chatting about covid, almost ignoring the two young men.

“There they are.” said Magoo in a low-conspiracy voice, nudging me firmly in the ribs

“Who” I replied

“The guy in the sling and his friend fucking him”

“Mickey?!” I whispered back.  He must have heard me because Mickey turns his head and was broadly smiling at me.  He gave me a wink and went back fucking his friend, with more force than before, eliciting high-pitched moaning from the bottom friend.

“You know him?” Magoo said

“Yeah” I responded without giving details, my eyes glued to the slender body of Mickey, rocking nicely back and forth. This wasn’t offensive, it was erotic, highly sensual.  I wasn’t jealous, but almost wished it was me that Mickey was fucking.

“Even more perfect” Magoo replied.  “Lets go grab a drink and finalize the plan”

The last view I had was Mickey’s ass tightening as he was working his load deep in his friend’s lucky hole.

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My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan.  He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before.  He almost scared me.  May be I should.

It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them.

“See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls.  No, they are too good for us.  They call us poz trolls.”

I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard.  But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic.

“They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral.  We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded.

"I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful.  I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly.   “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk.  They all are negs!  And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.”

“Wow, unbelievable”

“That’s not all…”

“There is more?”

“Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.”

“Unbelievable” I repeated myself.

“And this is where you come into play”

“Hun?”

“You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon”

“No, no way…”

“Let me finish” he abruptly said

“You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in.  And you will fuck him without condom”

“But how are you going to poz him?  He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…”

“We will use the same deception as they do.”

 “Hun?”

“My gawd, you’re slow.  After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck.  Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.”

“Unreal…”

“And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me”

“He will never agree to it”

“That’s your job to make him accept his fate”

Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip.

“Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier?  I can easily go two or three times”

“If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” 

At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss?  A pungent smell was assaulting me.

“Look at me” he ordered me

I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me.

“You will not let me down, are you?”

I shook my head

“Say it out loud”

“I won’t”

Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips.

“Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you.  Understood?”

“Yes”

“Good.  Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

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      I didn't see him for a couple years until I ran into him again at the bar. He came up to me and told me he was HIV poz. I asked him if he would still fuck me if he wore a condom. He said sure, but we didn't really have a place to go. He grabbed a condom and took me to an apartment building he used to live in. There was a door to one of the stairwells that didn't close all the way so we pulled it open and went to the top where there was a landing and a ladder to the roof. We could look over the wall and see down the stairwell. It was about three am, and Dave stripped down naked. I was a bit nervous about it because while it was unlikely anyone would come up to where we were at, it was still a possibility. I still got naked and he sucked me and rimmed me. He stood me up naked against the low wall looking down the stairs so I could see anyone that came out of the door on the floor below. He rolled the condom on and proceeded to slide all nine inches of his tool into my ass.
      He fucked me from behind while standing up for about ten minutes, then he dropped me to the ground on my back, putting my legs up on his shoulders and slammed his cock in and out of my hole. He kept at it, kissing me and sliding his rubber-covered cock in and out for another fifteen minutes before he flipped me over on my hands and knees to fuck me doggy style. Before he entered me again I heard a pop that I didn't really pay much attention to. I was pretty drunk and when I reached back to guide his dick into my ass I still felt the condom. He fucked me for a little while more and then I decided to turn around and lay on my back again. As I was guiding his cock back into me I realized only the base of the condom was intact. He had been fucking me bare for the last few minutes! The moment I had that realization I almost had a spontaneous orgasm. He slid half covered dick back into me and I started to jerk my cock. It only took me about thirty seconds to shoot a load all over my chest. I told him to pull out after I came because his cock was starting to hurt my ass. He pulled out, took the broken condom off and jacked his load onto my chest as well. He never said anything about the broken condom.
      I realized he broke open the condom while he was repositioning me. I guess he was used to fucking me bare. I was so turned on when I noticed the broken condom, I wouldn't have cared if he seeded me with his poz load. I saw him again a few years later on the local light rail. He was checking me out, but I couldn't tell if he recognized me but he was definitely cruising me. I had to get to a class, but I should have gone after him for one more fuck and one more load in my ass.
    • By Knightsleaze
      Authors note: Hiya, longtime fan first time post! Don't have a lot of experience with chems so hope my descriptions ain't too out of water. I'm just a chaser trying to live out my fantasy!
       
       
      "Hey kid, meet me at that new Church in town! Ill be there on Sunday. Uncle Dom x"
      Looking up from the text, Andrew glanced across the street at the old grey concrete church across the way. 'New'? This thing didn't look it, maybe it was a new congregation? Uncle Dom was an odd type, he'd only seen him a few weeks ago at family dinner when he dropped in. 
      He had taken up a space to Andrews right, his big heavily tattooed arms bulging in his white shirt. The thin shirt did nothing to hide the glint of the metal nipple piercings that stood out on his barrel chest, with hair peaking out over the collar. Uncle Dom was massive, with a shaved head and standing at 6ft 3, he was a real site at the dinner table. Andrew remembered staring holes in the table just not to get caught staring. He knew it was wrong to find his Fathers brother so hot, but he couldn't help it.
      The dinner was unusual, not just for the fact that his uncle was there, but because Uncle Dom had spent the whole time going on about his new church and how he was really enjoying it. Which was unusual because Uncle Dom was never a religious man, and from the looks of him it was hard to imagine. He had also spent a fair amount of time asking about my age and if I had a girlfriend. It was all very odd, then only a few days later this message came out of the blue. 
       
      Steeling himself Andrew crossed the street, making his way to the black double doors of the dark church. The cross above the door askew, and Andrew wondered why anyone would ever think to set up in such a rundown shithole like this. 
      Uncle Dom had said he really enjoyed this church, and whilst Andrew wasn't particularly religious himself, he wanted to impress him. Andrew wanted to be a lot like his Uncle Dom, he wanted to shave his head and get tattoos and piercings just like him. He wanted to be big and strong just like his Dad and his uncle, though in that regard he was not. He was 5ft 8, he was skinny, and even though he was 18, he was yet to get a tattoo or a piercing. He wasn't sure how his Dad would take it, it was one thing for his brother, a different thing entirely for his son. 
      Crossing the threshold, a slight chemical smell wafted over him, as he was greeted by the noise and smell of a large group of men. Andrew hesitated at the door, in front of him was the strangest church he had ever seen. The cross was gone, toppled in the corner, pews pushed back and organised in a circle around the centre of the room. The lights had been replaced with red Led's and the windows has been boarded up. Men, and I mean men, were milling around in various states of undress around the pews and the centre of the room talking. 
      A few clouds of white smoke occasionally erupted from the group as these goliaths stood in conversation. Some were shirtless, but others wore leather and rubber, fetish gear clung to tight and muscular frames. Andrew's jaw was practically on the floor when he noticed his uncle approaching him. 
       
       
      Authors footnote: So, I'm hoping to follow a poz Sarah Palin worshiping angle. Will put up part 2 shortly. Hope you get a good wank out of it! 
    • By Tanbbottom
      Trigger warning, the 1st part of this story includes gay bashing! Proceed at your own risk. 
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      Barry, Jason and Chris would become quite a force to be reckoned with. 
      Our story starts with Barry. Since it begins with Barry, old enough to have come out before the AIDS  pandemic it takes a while to get to the yet unheard of topic of gift giving and chasing. 
      Barry would eventually make his living as an artisan. He became a cabinet maker of one of a kind furniture that sold at generous prices providing him with a comfortable living. 
      This professional pursuit and creativity suited his mild mannered, introverted personality very well.  His passion was studying each piece of wood, each knot and grain, each colour and hue, practically letting the wood dictate the shape and style of every piece he sculpted. 
      Every dovetail joint fit together with exacting precision. Every finish dictated by the unique muse of the piece. The meditative hours of sanding and polishing were soothing to his soul. 
      From adolescence he knew  he was gay and liked sex but could see it didn't have the driving force for him that it had for most of his buddies. 
      In college he was quite content to join his friends at one of the neighborhoods gay bars for a beer and listen to their sexual exploits,but, he was usually quite content to head home early and alone. On the few occasions he did hookup things would rarely develop beyond oral. If they did he always topped. He really wasn't interested in exploring beyond that. 
      Near the end of his college days his best friend talked him into sharing a jug of draft instead of Barry's usual choice to stop at one beer. When Barry's brain was a little on the intoxicated side the friend convinced Barry to accompany him to the local cruising park. 
      It was a very dark overcast night so even though Barry could tell from hushed voices and whispers that there were men around all he could really see was the sporadic glow of cigarettes or the odd flash from a lighter. 
      His friend shared a word or two with men they met on the paths. Barry became particularly enamoured by a guy with a classic Marlboro Man face and stance. His best friend encouraged him to chat up this stranger while excusing himself  suggesting "let's meet up for brunch tomorrow and exchange notes on our adventures. "
      The chat with the Marlboro Man soon progressed to kissing. The kissing soon proceeded to fondling and groping. Soon both their erections were out of their pants. The Marlboro Man quickly turned his back, dropped his jeans, leaned into a tree trunk and presented his ass. With only spit for lube Barry's six inch cock was buried in the presented hole. 
      It was not long before Barry sensed someone over his right shoulder. Continuing a leisurely fuck he turned his head and smiled into the face which was far closer than he had anticipated. The stranger took this invitation to hug Barry from behind and start unbuttoning Barry's shirt while nibbling his ear sending pleasurable shudders through Barry's body. Marlboro Man noticed, looked back and smiled while more aggressively humping his ass on Barry's naked cock. Barry loved the stranger's calloused hands stroking his heavily haired chest and belly. He put up no protest when the stranger unfastened Barry's pants and pushed them and his briefs down to his knees. The stranger's mouth soon found Barry's exposed hole and his tongue joined in the fucking rythm. 
      Barry blasted off into a new world of experience never having been tongue fucked before. After what felt like forever but was probably only a couple of minutes the stranger's cock head was pushing against Barry's hairy hole. Barry hesitated for a split second and then thought 'what the hell, why not?'
      When the head penetrated the pain was hot and more than Barry thought he could bear. The stranger seductively whispered into his ear to relax and the Marlboro Man pushed back even more insistently. Reluctantly Barry took some deep breaths and instinctively also found his ass pushing back to impale himself further. Soon the pain turned to pleasure and all three relaxed into a vigorous rhythm. It did not take Barry's balls long to send the familiar signal. He warned the Marlboro Man. The stranger piston slapped Barry's ass and Barry shot over the edge blasting his load into the ass in front of him. His ass contractions brought the stranger over the top and rope after rope of hot cum began to coat Barry's gut walls for the first time in his life. 
      Before he could even start to process this experience a husky voice over his left shoulder called out, "my turn, let me in." The first cock in his ass pulled out with a plop sound and was immediately replaced by a thicker longer one which unloaded as it was roughly pushed inside. 
      Again, before he could think through the unfolding events a new even thicker cock was assaulting his bowels and pounding away. The Marlboro Man removed himself and Barry took his place leaning against the tree trunk for stability for the duration of his third fuck and breeding. 
      More guys had gathered around, but Barry declined their offers to continue the breaking of his no longer virgin ass. 
      He found his way home on his own and on arrival debated expelling the copious cum in the toilet or wearing briefs to bed should it leak out in his sleep. Noticing just how exhausted he was he  crawled into bed naked and slept the sleep of the dead. 
      Uncharacteristically he slept in only awaking in time to head off and meet his best friend for brunch.
      Sitting alone he noticed an internal angry fuming realizing his friend was keeping him waiting yet once again. He got up and grabbed the local newspaper, something to occupy himself as he waited. 
      His blood ran cold when he saw the cover story. 'Gay man's body found in cruising park. ' Though no name was given Barry knew in his bones the dead man was his best friend. 
      Barry never visited that or any other cruising park again. It would take a couple of years before he would even think about having sex again. During these years he became a bit of a recluse and poured his entire life energy into perfecting his furniture building knowledge and skills. Slowly, very slowly the icy grief in his blood began to thaw and he eventually started to reconnect with life beyond the confines of his wood work shop. 
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      The opening scene of the play was in a raucous gay bar. The two central characters were slim, tall, handsome young men who had just been introduced to each other by mutual friends. Amidst the usual friendly banter the audience can see a growing mutual interest between Fred and Stan, the handsome leads.
      The darker of the two, Fred, led his new acquaintance away from the group of friends and up to the bar. He ordered two shots of Jägermeister from the muscular shirtless bar tender. One shot and toast leads to five and the two star characters are seen stumbling arm in arm from the bar.
      With the magic of theater we see them emerge back on stage climbing a set of stairs to enter a bedroom. Increasingly loud techno beat music plays as amid kisses and groping every stitch of clothing is ripped off and the two men fall into bed. Legs are hoisted to shoulders and Stan groans as it appears Fred is penetrating his co-star. Black out as the hypnotic erotic music continues. 
      Within a moment the volume of the music begins to diminish as the flood lights slowly come back up. The coupling on the bed clearly reaches it's climax as Fred groans and his body convulses and he collapses on Stan. Heavy breathing as they each regain their composure. Fred then rolls off and they each lie on the bed fully exposed. 
      Stan moves to sit on the side of the bed bent over with his head in his hands. Clearly distressed, "You just fucked me bareback and came inside me man  ... I don't even know you  ... what were you thinking?"
      "You didn't stop me. " defensively from Fred 
      The scene plays out with an argument about the dangers and ethics of bareback sex in the midst of AIDS. We learn two important details, it is 1987, and Fred is HIV positive. 
      Soon Fred has retrieved and pulled on underwear. Stan remains naked through the ongoing argument. The anger crescendos and eventually escalates into a wrestling match. Fred pins Stan to the floor. They stare each other down with anger for a deafening moment of silence. Fred then forcefully kisses Stan. At first Stan resist but then relents allowing himself to be sucked into the passionate exchange. All of a sudden Fred lifts and bends the naked man over his bed. Fred rips off his underwear and mounts Stan from behind.  
      Black out. Intermission. 
      The second part opens with Stan waking alone, naked and sweating profusely. The story develops with his visit to the STD clinic and positive HIV diagnosis. The second last scene has a dramatic confrontation in the gay bar between the co-stars. Fred is clearly not the least bit remorseful about his actions and Stan flees the bar in tears. As the stage lights black out the bar they emerge to show a naked Stan weeping on his bed. The curtain falls and the audience is on their feet. When the co-stars come out for their bow Fred is in his bar apparel and Stan is completely and unabashedly naked. They hug mid-stage before turning and walking to the front of the stage to bow for their adoring audience. 
      At the after party Barry was delighted to be introduced to Jason, the blonde actor with the swimmers built who had played the staring role of Stan. Barry had already been entranced by Jason before his clothes came off on stage. 
      It was Jason who asked Barry, his senior by at least twenty years, "Your place, or mine?"
    • By PozAnonCumslut
      Ill be in orlando at club o this weekend. Looking for a no loads refused weekend. Ill post room number when i have it. U walk in, breed me and leave. Cum as many times as u need. My hole craves your load! Down for tops to whore me out too!



    • By Jessyboy
      As I lay here in this wet  bed with a severe case of diarrhea, every joint in my body hurting, with a fever. I see a nurse coming towards me with a syringe and I hope it is a good slam as I need it. She wraps a strap around my arm inserts the needle. I see the blood go into the syringe then she pulls it away. Was she trying to tease me? A while later a doctor comes, and he is hot looking he tells me to get on my side and he pulls my ass cheeks apart. He is taking a good look then he looks at my arms. 
      Bob, you have been using IV drugs and been having unprotected sex with men, as your ass hole has been severely abused.  Bob, the blood work came back that you are HIV Positive, so Bob were you raped? I say nothing but he smiles back to me  So what drugs have you have been using. I tell him Meth, GHB, Poppers and weed. Bob I see from you former medical records you used to weight 155 LBS. and now its 115 LBS, so what happen.
       
      WTF 5 weeks ago I was living with my mother as I never knew my father. My mother is throwing me out of the house as I was caught again smoking weed and sucking dick in the park again. She is screaming at me as drive me to the bus station with just enough money to get to my father place in Palm Springs Ca. I'm leaving with no money and the 2 bags of everything I own. It a 4 day- bus ride that was the pits. All I had was water on the ride as I had no money. I have my father address and it a 4 mile walk in 100 degree heat. I knock and the door is open by Alex, I don't know Alex relation with my father. Alex is 23 5ft10 rip body and with Alex wearing just basketball shorts as you can see his semi hard dick a spandex top with his nipples and large rings on them. Come on in as we have been expecting you so I ask where is my father, he is out taking care of business right now. I ask Alex for something to drink as I'm so thirsty, The juice he gave me taste different as I gulp it down and ask for more. Let's go out side by the pool area and get comfortable. Once we get out by the pool Alex strips down and I can see his dick and a big ring hanging from the tip with his nipple rings he is so hot looking. He ask is I would like to smoke some weed, I say YES but this stuff if not like the crap you have been smoking. Alex is so right about this stuff being strong as Alex is stroking his dick and says I hear you like sucking dick, as I smile I go over and take good look at the Prince Albert piercing and put my mouth on it. As I go down I see Alex with a glass pipe in his hand and ask if I want to try. He shows me how to keep the flame from burning and how to hold it, the effects are mind blowing as Alex starts to kiss me like no one every has. Soon he is working my nipples and then he is sucking my dick while I'm hitting the pipe.
       
       
       
       
       
       

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